Well, dear readers, faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound! Look, up in the sky! It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s – Supernotes. What am I, Superman all of a sudden, writing my Supernotes? I understand, of course, why the notes are faster than a speeding bullet, because it is late and I must write these here notes in a hurry. I understand why the notes are more powerful than a locomotive, because these here notes are always filled with drama and comedy and life itself. I understand why the notes can leap tall buildings in a single bound, because these here notes always are leaping and bounding, frequently not only in a single but also a double and triple bound. What I don’t understand is why the notes are up in the sky. What is that all about? And have the notes ever been mistaken for a bird or a plane? Of course, one could say that these here notes frequently take flight – yes, I rather like that analogy. I don’t have a clew as to what the HELL I’m talking about, so maybe I’d just better start writing Supernotes.
Yesterday was a day. I don’t know if I’d call it a Superday, but it had its pleasantries on its way to the evening. I finally managed to get a little over eight hours of sleep, so that was nice. I then did my morning stuff, walked over to the bank, where I did some banking, which is what I usually like doing at a bank, and then I walked home. I did some work on the computer, organized some stuff, and then it was time for our second Kritzerland rehearsal. First up was Jeffrey Todd – we gave him an hour since he had to miss the first rehearsal. So, we began with a put-together of Goodbye, Eddie, Goodbye and Upholstery from Phantom of the Paradise – it took a little too long to get right, but it will really be fun. Then he did Travelin’ Man, and finally a put together of Lonely Hearts (from Day of the Locust) and The Love Boat – they surprisingly work in a very droll and fun way. Then over the next three hours all our other wonderful singers came and we ran their stuff. It was much smoother than the first rehearsal, but we still have kinks to work out and our musical director and the cast will do that very thing on their own – they all know what they have to work on and nail down. But I’m very pleased with the show and I think it will be a really good shoe, as Mr. Sullivan used to say.
After that, I finally ate. I whipped up a mess of Wacky Noodles and ate them all up. I felt like I was going to explode, but they were really good and that was it for my food intake for the entire day and evening. No dessert, no bread, no butter. Then our very own Marshall Harvey came by with the little video thing he cut together and we watched it and I was very happy with it and so no changes were needed or necessary. Then I sat on my couch like so much stuffed fish.
Last night, I was too zonked to really watch anything, so I went to the Flix of Net and watched the first thirty minutes of something called Transformers, the fourth movie in the franchise, which came out last year and, according to the studio made over a billion dollars at the box-office despite horrible reviews. Do I believe that figure? I’m afraid not. I don’t know what a Transformer is – not the toys, not the cartoon, and certainly not this movie franchise. I do know that people seem to like the movies, at least the first one – I’ve read it is “smart” and “humorous” too. But spending thirty minutes with movie number four was like having the stomach flu. The dialogue was completely unfunny, puerile, and really awful. I don’t know if there’s a plot or not, since I really couldn’t understand what the HELL was going on. And the acting was also terrible. I must say the director of this franchise, Mr. Michael Bay, for me is just about everything that’s wrong with the movie business. Is anything real in this film? You’d like to think so with a $200 million budget, but you wouldn’t really know it from watching the film. I am so tired of these “colorized” movies – where everything is garish and completely unreal – why even have a cameraman if you’re going to ask your colorist to boost every color until it’s practically sizzling off the screen – just horrible. I’m almost tempted to check out the first film, just to see what everyone was so enamored of – I can’t imagine anyone being enamored of the thirty minutes I watched last night, but, then again, what do I know about the price of lint?
After that, I did some more work on the computer, then it was time to write these here Supernotes.
Tomorrow, someone’s coming by to pick something up, then I’ll eat something, maybe even at home, and then Apple Care is calling so we can continue figuring out why I’m having such problems with the Cloud. I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, but mostly I’d like to have a couple of hours of pure relaxation – I’ll probably jog, too.
Friday is our stumble-through and then several of us will go eat an early dinner. Saturday is the fourth of July and I’ll be attending a partay, and then Sunday is our sound check and show. Then we begin work on the August show.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, jog, eat, hopefully pick up packages, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite movies of the type that Transformers is? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, as these here Supernotes leap a tall building with a single bound.